All I Need
by xkissfromarosex
Summary: Rose stumbles across Harry Saxon, an aspiring MP, whilst on a mission for Torchwood. She also encounters the Doctor, who insists that Harry is actually a dangerous Time Lord. Along the way, tension brews as both men compete for the universe and for Rose.
1. Chapter 1

Hello! Here's a re-write of one of my earlier stories, 'Love Triangle'. I was struggling with ideas for it, but now I'm back, and I've decided to improve on it for your enjoyment!

Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who. Sniff.

Please review! x

* * *

Rose Tyler waited in the everlasting queue, whipping out her phone and checking for any messages. Pete had emailed her earlier that morning about an important mission that the team were being considered for, but they hadn't received any details yet. Rose glanced at her watch; she was already half an hour past her lunch break.

_This is all Mickey's fault!_ Rose decided in her head, as she got closer to the counter. _If he hadn't told me to pick up a coffee, then I wouldn't be standing here, bored to death. It's his turn next time._

Working for Torchwood was certainly different to travelling with the Doctor. Yes, she fought aliens on a daily basis, and got to lead missions independently, but she still wasn't used to the mundane, slow-paced flow of life on Earth. It had already been a year since their goodbye, but Rose still thought about him everyday.

Sighing, she moved up to the counter and ordered her drinks. The server, who was a twenty something male, looked up and took in her appearance. Smiling appreciatively, he winked as he handed over her drinks. Rose muttered 'thanks' and scarpered from the cafe as fast as she could.

It wasn't that she wasn't flattered by the male attention, it was just she didn't want it. It wasn't fair on any man if she led them on. Her heart would never fully be with them, it'd been broken beyond repair. She'd been on a couple dates, but this was mostly to please Jackie. Otherwise, she'd rather stay in the office and work overtime. If her mind was busy, she could forget.

She entered the Torchwood office at Canary Wharf fifteen minutes later, clutching the coffees and managing to swipe her identification card at the detector. A brunette receptionist greeted her warmly.

"You OK, Rose?" She asked, as the blonde balanced the coffee cups on the main desk and tried to cool down.

"Yeah, just been speed walking through London with eight cups of coffee. The usual," Rose replied wryly, regaining her breath, "Has Pete come back from his meeting?"

The receptionist, who was called Vicky, checked the computer and shook her head. "I don't think so. He said he'd be a while, he probably won't be back 'til mid afternoon."

"Right. Thanks," Rose scooped up the trays of coffee and stumbled to the lift. Vicky chuckled after her, and got back to her work.

* * *

"There she is!" Mickey cheered, as Rose entered the room, "What took you so long? We were gonna send out a search party!"

"Haha, very funny," Rose muttered in a clipped tone, "I stood for half an hour in that queue, bored out of my mind. You're taking the coffee run next time, you got that?" She pushed the cup to Mickey, "Sorry if it's cold."

Mickey took a sip and thanked her. She handed out the rest, and sat back down at her desk. Clicking on the computer, she looked at all her notifications. She scrolled to the end and smiled. She liked to be busy.

"Did ya here?" Jake questioned, spinning on is chair to face Rose, "Pete got the gig! He secured the deal with the government," Jake moved closer, his voice low, "I don't suppose you know what the mission actually is? Pete wouldn't tell us, and apparently Mickey knows nothin'. But seeing as you're his daughter...?"

"No, Jake, he hasn't told me anythin'," Rose affirmed, opening a folder, "And if I did know anythin', I wouldn't be tellin' you." Jake's lip jutted out, feeling offended, which Rose noticed. Although Jake annoyed her, they were still good friends. She searched for a topic to engage him their usual friendly banter.

Unfortunately, Jake got there first. "Rose, I need your opinion on somethin'."

"Hmmm?" Rose mumbled, gazing at the computer screen in concentration. Jake scratched his neck awkwardly.

"I have..a problem. It's kind of embarrassin'."

"Listen, Jake, I'm not a doctor, and by the sounds of things, you're gonna tell me something very medical. Talk to Mickey, his anatomy's closer to yours. I'm guessing," Rose turned to the monitor, after her eyes darted to the edge of his jeans. Jake flushed.

"No, it's nothing like that! It's about a girl!" He whispered indignantly. Rose cocked an eyebrow, and prompted him to go on.

"Well...there's this girl I really like. But she only sees me as a friend. See, she had this...boyfriend who she really, really loved, but then they..split up. He's moved countries now too. Thing is, she's never really got over him, and I really wanna ask her out, but she also dated...one of my friends, and I don't really know how to approach the subject with him either."

Rose tilted her head as she pondered over her friend's situation.

"I'd talk to the girl you like first, before you talk to your friend. Find out if she likes you back before you start tellin' the whole world about it, you know?" Rose's voice was very calm, although inside she felt the complete opposite. She wasn't good with romance, not anymore.

"Yeah, good idea," Jake agreed, taking a deep breath, "OK, so here's the thing-"

"Good afternoon, everyone!" Pete boomed as he pushed through the doors, a huge beam coating his handsome face, "Are we all ready for some action?"

Jake slinked back in his chair, rolling his eyes. There was never a right time, not in a place like Torchwood. It was all touch and go. He looked at Rose through his peripheral vision, and he savoured the way excitement lit up her features as she lent forward to listen to her father. Jake then realised that he should be listening too, so he tuned into his boss's voice.

"...so the mission it completely top secret, I'm only allowed to divulge it to a few people. So, for this mission, I've chosen, Mickey, Daniel, Fergie and Jake as our main co-ordinaters. The others that I pick will be reportin' back to them on a daily basis, apart from the person who..." Pete glanced over at his daughter and changed his mind, "Well, I'll talk to you all individually about it later. Continue with the great work!" With a flourish of his hands, he disappeared into his office.

"So, even though he gave a huge speech, we still don't know anything details about this mission. Who we're fightin', what we're doin'," Rachel, who was head of resources, pointed out curtly, "And there are no female co-ordinaters, are there?"

"Maybe there's a good reason for that," Rose said logically. Rachel folded her arms and muttered something about Rose being the boss' daughter. Rose bit her tongue before she could say anything else. Rachel'd never liked her. Maybe it was because, before Rose came to this world, Rachel was the only female 'defender' as such, so she lapped up the male attention.

Pete began to call employee's names so they could come and see him in his office. Rose waited for her name, but never heard it.

* * *

The traffic was light on the way home. Rose was silent, staring out the window and watching transport flash by. Usually, Mickey would be on the ride home with them, but he was off down the pub with Jake on their usual Friday night ritual after work.

"You alright, love?" Pete asked, trying to sound nonchalant. Rose nodded, chewing on her lip thoughtfully. Pete looked at her, worried, "You're not going into another depression, are you, Rose? We all thought you were getting better. It's almost been a year-"

"No, Dad, I'm fine!" Rose insisted, "Just a bit tired. No need to call the therapist," She added dryly, turning to stare out the window again.

"Listen, Rose, about this afternoon, and the mission....there's a good reason I didn't tell you. It's...extremely complicated, but if you were to get involved, it'd add to the complexity of it all. Your mum and I-"

"You talked to Mum about it before you told me?" Rose threw her hands up in despair, "That's not fair!"

"There was a good reason!" Pete repeated, "You mum and I thought that this mission wasn't right for you."

"Tell me what it is and then I'll decide for myself! If you respect me that much, then you have to give me that," Rose pleaded with him. Pete heaved a sigh.

"We've been noticing that cracks in the universe have started to appear. Do you remember, the last time you saw the Doctor," Pete watched his daughter swallow thickly, "And he was explaining that travel between universes is impossible? Apparently not so much. We've sent Daniel through tonight, just to check what universe we're merging with. The reason we didn't tell you is because if it is your original universe, then we know you'll be desperate to get back to it. But you can't, Rose. This is a formal mission."

"Has Daniel found out what universe it is yet?" Rose asked eagerly, ignoring Pete's reckoning. An unfamiliar feeling of hope bubbled in her stomach. Pete shook his head.

"Should find out later on. But it shouldn't bother you either way. You're not goin'."

"Why not?"

"Rose, you're not trained enough-"

"I've travelled with the Doctor. I think that's enough training," Rose said quickly.

"It might not even be the right world. We'll discuss this later with your Mum, and when we've found out what's goin' on. Until then, no sneakin' off, OK?" Pete made her promise. Rose sulked.

"I'm not a child."

"Yeah? Then stop acting like one," Pete retorted as they pulled up in the driveway of the Tyler mansion. Rose blinked back tears as she jumped out of the car and stormed through the house. Jackie watched as her daughter flew past her on the steps.

"I'm guessing you've told her," Jackie deuced, her hands placed on her hips. Pete nodded solemnly, as Rose's door slammed shut.

"How did you know?"

* * *

"It's the right universe. My old one," Rose announced, bursting into Pete's office, making her dad jump, "And I'm goin'."

"No, you're not," Pete didn't even look up from his paperwork. Rose nodded her head stubbornly.

"Yes, I am, and you can't stop me."

"Rose, you can't go, because you'll only want to find what _you_ want, not what's vital to the mission!" Pete relayed to her, angrily. Rose was livid.

"This mission isn't about finding _him_. It's about saving the world. Being a Torchwood employee, that's what I'm trained to do. You know that I know that Earth better than anyone else on this team, bar Mickey. It was my home once. I _can_ do this. So, when do I leave?"

"Rose. I'm telling you now, as your boss, that you can't!" Pete said forcefully, slamming his fist on the desk. Rose stood her ground, even though she was wavering slightly.

"Then don't tell me as my boss. Tell me as my dad," She said softly. Pete rubbed his face and laughed without humour.

"Fine!" He stood up, "I give up. You can do it. But if you can't find him, that doesn't mean the mission is over. You stay until I tell you to leave, you got that? My orders and my instructions only."

Rose couldn't help her face splitting into a smile as she went to hug her dad.

"Thank you. I promise, I won't let you down."

* * *

A week later, Rose was ready and packed. She was hanging around Torchwood, waiting for the OK from her supervisor. Pete and Jackie were there, as was the rest of the team. Jackie was blowing into a tissue, tears streaming down her face. Rose giggled brightly.

"Mum, I'll be back soon, OK? Don't worry about me!" Rose kissed her cheek and wiped the tears away.

"I know you will be. You're in capable hands, I know all that," Jackie waved a dismissive hand, "But it's like I'm saying goodbye all over again, when you were going away with the Doctor. You always managed to break my heart."

"I'm sorry Mum," Rose whispered, as the supervisor signalled to her. She hitched her bag over her shoulder and approached the dimension cannon. She admired it, "It looks a lot bigger than it did in the designs."

"That's life for you," Her supervisor shrugged, and gestured to the pod. Rose waved to her friends and her colleagues, before stepping into the pod. Her supervisor gave her a salute, smiling proudly.

"Have a nice flight," She said, sealing the pod door and starting it up. Rose closed her eyes; her heart thumping wildly as the cannon was powered up and thrown across time and space.


	2. Chapter 2

Thanks to every reviewer, I really appreciate it! Here's the next update.

Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who.

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Rose made her way into her office on Monday morning, nearly shaking with anticipation. This was it. Her dad had given her the trust to carry out this mission on her own, and she wasn't going to disappoint.

The Torchwood back home had traced the point of impact when the universes began to collide together. Oddly, they located the source in the centre of London, just a few blocks from Downing Street. They'd already cancelled out the possibility that it was Slitheen, as Rose had suggested.

Torchwood had already secured Rose a job at Harold Saxon's office, an aspiring MP with big hopes for his career. Rose had never met him, but over the weekend she'd searched his name over the Internet, and came up with a pretty accurate description for what her temporary job was going to be like.

She entered through the glass doors slowly, noticing the young receptionists first. They looked up at her, their expressions becoming interested.

"Hello, welcome to Harold Saxon's office. How may we help you?" The chirpy blonde on the left asked happily. Rose smiled. Finding out information wouldn't be too hard if the rest of the employees were as cheery as this receptionist was.

"Uh, hi, my name's Rose Tyler, I'm startin' as Harold's assistant today," Rose responded. The redhead arched an eyebrow sardonically. She gave Rose the one over, her eyes burning with disapproval as she took in the dark roots and the slightly creased clothes. The creases, Rose couldn't help. She'd only arrived in this world on Saturday, and was soon hurried off to a flat. She didn't have time to whip out the iron.

"His rooms right in there," The redhead, who, on inspection, Rose found out was called Tracey, jerked her chin at the office next to the reception. Rose glanced at the door and read the name. 'Harold Saxon'.

"Oh, yeah," Rose laughed, slightly embarrassed, "The room that says his name. That makes sense."

"S'not your fault!" The blonde, Emily, giggled affably, "You've never been here before!" She turned to Tracey, who was checking her nails, completely unamused, "Should I take her in...?"

Tracey shrugged, which Emily took as a 'yes'. Rose bit her tongue before she said something about manners to Tracey. She didn't want the tread on anyone's toes, especially not on the first day. She was there to find out information, and disliking someone wouldn't help. Instead, Rose flashed her a friendly smile, to which Tracey was slightly startled by. She managed a reluctant twist of her mouth, which Rose supposed could qualify as a smile of sorts. Emily ushered Rose over to the door, and knocked on it gently.

"Mr Saxon?" Her voice became timid, put Rose picked up on the flirtatious tone. She stopped herself from laughing, composing herself as she prepared to meet her new boss.

"Emily! How many times!" The door swung open fully, as Harold Saxon stood there, beaming, "Call me Harry."

Emily flushed, and Rose could see why. Although 'Harry' wasn't exactly her type, he was handsome enough, with short brown hair and well defined features. But there was an aura about him that you noticed instantly. Rose couldn't quite put her finger on what it was.

His eyes swerved to Rose, and they lit up with curiosity. Emily noticed, and she looked at Rose, grinning.

"This is Rose Tyler, she says she's your new assistant," Emily introduced them with a flourish of her hands. Harry's forehead creased as he tried to remember, before nodding in recognition. He extended an arm.

"Ah yes! I wondered when you were going to get here."

"Sorry about that. I got lost. I only moved to London on Saturday. It won't happen again," Rose promised, inwardly praising herself. Her lying skills were improving. She hadn't stuttered once!

"It's OK. Thanks, Emily," Harry smiled, before inviting Rose in and shutting the door on the receptionist. He offered her a chair, and Rose perched awkwardly on the edge, not sure what to say or do. "So," Harry began, settling in his chair, "Where did you live before?"

"What?"

"Where did you live before you moved to London?" Harry repeated, a smile playing on his lips.

"Oh, just...further up north. Near Birmingham," Rose responded offhandedly.

"You don't sound like you're from Birmingham," Harry noted. Rose winced silently; she knew she should've planned out a back-story that she could stick to.

"Well, my parents were from London originally. And I didn't actually live in Birmingham. It's a long story," Rose flapped her hand trying to sound nonchalant and failing miserably. Whether Harry noticed or not, he moved onto his policies and what he expected from her, as his assistant. Rose tuned out to this, her mind with a man she'd tried to block out for the past year. Maybe he was near. He didn't know she'd come back, but how could she get to him? And even if she did reach him, what would she say? Maybe he's moved on, and maybe he didn't want her anymore. It was...understandable. It'd break her heart, but what else could she do?

These questions and situations began to spill out the box Rose'd put them in when she'd been shoved in the parallel world, but they were too painful to think about now, when it was all possible. She snapped back to reality when Harry had asked her if she understood everything. She nodded.

"Absolutely."

* * *

A month later, Rose found herself in a predicament.

She loved her job, despite it being only a cover up for the real mission. First and foremost, she was on a mission for Torchwood, which she'd been placed on in absolute trust from her father. And while she was trying to find out what exactly was going on, she found herself getting sidetracked.

First, there was Emily. Emily had become her best friend during the course of a few weeks, as Rose found her easy to get on with, and took her mind off other subjects. They'd go out shopping together, clubbing together; Rose'd even socialized with Emily's group of friends. But she couldn't open up to Emily, which frustrated her. Back when she was a teenager, her friends had been the ones Rose had relied on to spill her heart out to, but it was impossible to tell Emily about the extraordinary life she'd led. Whenever Emily asked Rose about her family, or her boyfriends, or her friends, Rose's eyes would glaze over as she answered that they were all back in Birmingham, before changing the conversation. Someday, Emily would get fed up with that, but Rose hoped that it wasn't someday soon.

Then, there was Harry. He'd taken her under his wing, the gentleman he was, and taught her everything she'd needed to know about politics. Rose'd find herself being so absorbed in his work, that she'd occasionally forget the real reason she was there. She'd been round his house for dinner informally. Rose found it odd being followed by the paparazzi, as Harry was a celebrity in the political world. Rose had managed, so far, not to be seen out with Harry though, and this was for the best. If any of her old friends looked at the papers and saw her face, too many questions would be raised. The most obvious blared in her head everyday.

_"How come you're not dead?!?"_

But Harry made up for all that. He made her laugh, and made her feel special again. She wasn't in love with him. She'd told herself she couldn't love again until she'd got some sort of closure from the Doctor. The close bond she had with Harry made Tracey despise her; it turned out that Tracey actually had her eye on him herself, but then Rose'd swooped in and claimed her prize.

But other that that, life was going great, more so than in her other world. She missed her parents, and Mickey, and Jake, and heck, she even missed Rachel, the cow. But she hadn't finished her work. She was still no closer to the answer that she'd been at the beggining.

And she hadn't found _him _yet.

* * *

Rose set down her glass of wine and waited for Harry. She yawned, but not out of boredom. It had been a long week, and she was glad that Friday was finally here. She'd spent the night before fretting about her first real date with Harry. They were doing exactly what they normally did, except this time, it was official. Her eyes roved over his living room, a picture of neatness and perfection. The huge sofa took up half the room, facing a plasma telly in the corner. Rose sunk further into the comfortable chair, closing her eyes and drifting off.

Her eyes fluttered open sometime later, the smell of lasagne filling the air. Harry was hovering over her, grinning.

"Boring you, am I?" He teased, taking a seat next to her. Rose jolted awake and rubbed her eyes.

"Oh god, I'm so sorry! What kind of date am I?" Rose groaned, as Harry handed her a plate filled high with food. It smelt delicious, but it didn't stop Rose feeling bad. Harry chuckled and took a sip of his wine.

"I'll answer that at the end of the night," He winked. Rose flushed, looking down and spearing her fork into the lasagne. They ate in a pleasant silence, the only sound the soft clinking of cutlery as the food was devoured. "What d'you think?" He asked, once Rose'd taken her last bite. Rose nodded, chewing thoughtfully.

"You are a man of many talents," She decided, putting the fork and plate on the coffee table and retrieving her wine. Harry paused, smiling, before doing the same and filling his glass up. He offered the bottle to her, but she stretched and declined.

"I have to drive back."

"You don't have to," Harry suggested, a devilish glint in his eyes. Rose halted; the rim of her glass just touching her lips. Harry cleared his throat upon seeing her reaction, and averted his eyes away, "I mean, if you want to. I've got a spare room if you want. You can stay in there. I dunno," He stuttered. Rose considered this for a moment. Her response surprised Harry, and herself.

"Yeah. I think I will, if you don't mind...?"

"No, it's fine!" Harry insisted.

"Thank you," Rose mumbled, swirling the wine around instead of catching his gaze. He lent back in the sofa, and suddenly, the awkwardness disappeared. They began to chat about work, and what was on the telly, and just life in general. Rose'd previously found this kind of chat with Mickey or Jake or any other colleague to be dreary, but with Harry, it was different. She was actually enjoying the company of a man for the first time in a year. And she had no idea why.

The hours flew by. As it turned midnight, Rose felt her eyelids drooping. She shifted her eyes to the mantelpiece, where a tiny object was positioned in a glass box. She frowned.

"What's that?" She asked, pointing over at the object. Harry followed her gaze.

"Oh that? It's a family heirloom. A fob watch. It's nothing special, it doesn't even work. You can have a look, it you want," He got up and grabbed the box, pulling the watch out and presenting it to her. Rose took it carefully, examining the delicate design. "I've got no idea what the pictures are," Harry informed her, as her finger lightly traced the pattern, "I don't think it means anything special."

"It's beautiful," Rose declared softly, mesmerized.

"Not as much as you," Harry countered shyly. Rose turned the fob watch in her palm, contemplating. If she and Harry were to get together, what would happen?

It'd distract her from the mission. She could practically hear Pete shouting objections in her head, which she tries to ignore. But then, if they did get together, she could also gain information from him. It was a risky move, but Harry was harmless. Definitely.

And the Doctor? Well, he'd probably moved on. He'd want her to be happy.

Rose lay her wine glass to the side and placed a hand on Harry's cheek tenderly.

"Rose, you don't have to-"

"Shhh," Rose ordered quietly, pressing her lips to his.

* * *

"Oh my god!" Emily squealed on Monday through their lunch break. Rose put her fingers to her lips hurriedly, so Emily quietened down, her mouth forming a perfect circle of shock. "You and Harry? I mean, I knew you guys were friends and everything, but I didn't know you were like_ that_! What's he like? Kissing wise?"

Rose rolled her eyes, tucking into her salad, "Hey, I don't kiss and tell, Em. And he's still your boss!"

"He's _your _boss as well, but that didn't stop you getting a little bit...closer," Emily nudged the blushing blonde in the ribs, "Oh, Tracey'll be so pissed off when I tell her! But it's her fault. She should've made her move earlier."

Rose's eyes widened in alarm, "You can't tell anyone, OK? Not Tracey, not your boyfriend, not anyone! This is between you, me and Harry!" She threw the paper she'd been reading on the bench in exasperation.

"OK, fine!" Emily raised her hands in mock defeat, before giggling, "How many boyfriends have you had? Or is Harry the first?" Rose stiffened, toying with her fork as Emily waited for a reply. Sighing, Rose stabbed the salad and knew that she couldn't avoid these questions any longer.

"My first boyfriend was at 15. Mickey Smith. He was absolutely lovely to me, but...I didn't treat him very well," Memories flashed before her eyes, mostly of Mickey's face crumpled with pain and betrayal. "But then I met another man, Jimmy Stone," She pierced the salad again, this time harder, "But he was an idiot, and he left me. So, I dated Mickey again. But then I met this man," Rose couldn't help but smile. She hadn't talked about the Doctor in so long, but it felt natural, "This wonderful, brilliant man and he took me away. We travelled everywhere. I loved it. I loved him," Rose paused, her smile disappearing as her jaw hardened with suppressed emotion, "But then I moved away before I had that chance to say goodbye properly."

Emily's eyes were misty when Rose'd finished. Sniffing, she reached for a tissue, "Oh, Rose! That's so heartbreaking! How long ago was this?"

"A year ago."

Emily suddenly frowned, "But I thought you only moved to London a few weeks ago."

"Uh, I did, but before that I was studying somewhere else. What about you, how many boyfriends have you had?" Rose desperately changed the subject. Emily then proceeded to prattle on about Tom, Daniel, Micheal, Jon, and whoever else. Rose's mind was faraway, thinking about her own experiences.

"So listen, there's this new club thing tonight. I know it's a Monday, and we've got work tomorrow, but you've got to check it out with me! You can invite Harry too, if you want," Emily offered, peeling her banana skin. Rose had to refuse. She still had some serious scoping to do, before she contacted her dad later that evening. Emily pouted, "Why not?"

"I'm really tired, and to be honest, I'm not in the mood for clubbin'," Rose heaved a convincing sigh as she binned her salad cartoon. Emily rolled her eyes.

"Some other time though?"

"Yeah, course," Rose pledged. Both girls got up from the bench and made their way to the office.

What they didn't hear was the TARDIS arriving a few minutes later next to the bench. The Doctor opened the door, inhaling the Earth smell and smiling. He'd finally done it, after two attempts and saving a planet on the way, he'd got the right co-ordinates.

"Oh, this is bleedin' Hyde Park, you idiot!" His companion, the fiery Donna Noble exclaimed.

"It's still London, isn't it?" The Doctor reasoned. Donna fell into a grump, folding her arms and curving her upper lip. The Doctor looked at her and gave up, "Oh, alright. We won't have a nice stroll around London then, just in case we come across an alien trying to take over. Let's not save the world today."

"Oh god, you're so-" Donna didn't finish her sentence, as she noticed an abandoned paper lying across the bench. She went over, "What's happening in London today then? We'll check for any missin' people or any mysterious sightings of strange creatures, then will you be happy?"

The Doctor grimaced, but agreed. Donna opened the newspaper and scanned the headlines. The Doctor glanced away, before something caught his eye. Turning to look at the paper, his heart filled with dread. He grabbed the paper off Donna.

"Oi!" She moaned, slapping him. But the Doctor was too absorbed in the headline. He pocketed the newspaper and marched into the TARDIS, Donna following swiftly behind.

"What is it? What's wrong? Where are we goin'?" She demanded, as he stormed around the TARDIS console, eyes firmly on the controls. Donna gave up as he punched in the co-ordinates for an unknown destination.


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